George C. Biester

Her space

As I try to put the words together to describe how I feel, I draw nothing but blank space. As if nothing exists, and nothing moves on my planet. It might as well be pitch dark, and lifeless.

I know that across a vast amount of space and stars that there is another planet in which color exists.

There, is where things are crisp, and fresh, singing and alive! There is where my heart will beat.... there with her.

I want to exist in her space.

As if a child who is bursting with excitement for something which is just out of reach... I feel myself helpless.

If I could draw a picture it would be of the silhouette of a man drawn in white. No features just the silhouette... he would be floating almost lifeless like in the center of a pitch black backdrop.

Nothing would exist except for a bright red human heart floating above him.

And when I had to explain the picture I would say "the man has been defeated and lost and alone for ages." "As he was merely existing in the void of time, from somewhere unknown... Love was about to fill his body" "the heart, represents the love, and it has travelled across a lot of space and time to find him." "He is about to live again."

Yes... he's is going to live again, and the heart has entered the body.... but until it takes him back where it came from it will not have the blood it needs to beat.

See. My heart has been taken by this world and broken...you found me floating and gave me yours... Im ready to live again,but until the day I am in your space, and can share your time... I will be a man, with a heart, without a beat.

Comments2

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

  • Jessg

    I love the detail. I love reading things that make you stretch your imagination and combine it with someone else interpretation.



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